AU One-Shot: Ron Weasley has lived his life knowing he will never be chosen, knowing that others will forever be more important. Knowing something and feeling it are two very different things and, when Harry's name comes out of the Goblet of Fire, Ron finally buckles under the weight of that truth.

What if Tom Riddle wasn't the last heir of Slytherin? My play on a Marriage Act fanfiction. Rated T for now, may be moved up to M - will have a warning before and chapters that you can skip if it comes to this. There will also be mentions of nonconsensual sexual actions but it will not contain them.

"The Head Boy and Head Girl were once again in a spat. Nobody remembered what it was about, but everyone remembered which side they had chosen. Remus Lupin had been unfortunate enough to pick a side before consulting his boyfriend, Sirius Black, who had picked the other, and now they weren't speaking to each other." All this right before the Marauders' last hogsmeade trip? Oh no!

A friendship between Padma and Terry develops into something more over the years.

A drabble in which Hermione, Ginny, and Luna drink wine, watch 10 Things I Hate About You, and gossip about boys.

After the war, Ron prepares to testify against Peter Pettigrew.

The year is 1981. The Dark Lord Voldemort has vanished, all of Britain's Houses lie in tatters, none more so than the House of Black. Lyra Black, youngest of the Black sisters, pays a visit to her cousin in Azkaban…

Somehow, by what I assume the handiwork of a random omnipotent being. I find myself reborn in the Harry Potter world during the 1920s as a Black. I know what is coming, and I do not plan to be swept away like a bug. Magic is beautiful, and I plan to learn everything there is to know about it. Grindelwald? Dumbledore? Voldemort? I shall surpass them all. Powerful SI/OC x FemRiddle.

A story in which Dumbledore implements a new anonymous "pen pal" system during Harry, Ron, and Hermione's 6th year to help them forget the troubles outside of Hogwarts. Each person will be paired with someone outside of their own house, and it is strongly advised that conversations remain anonymous. What could go wrong? Other than Hermione & Draco being paired together...

Hermione has been harboring a secret since their failed Polyjuice in second year where she accidentally turned herself into a Neko, a condition that that has no known cure. She was told she would never fully present like her friends would, and would never be able to find her true mate. Now four years later after an incident in Diagon Alley the unexpected has happened.

Holly Potter (transfem!Harry) takes a piss on a very special grave. Transphobes don't read. Rated M for mentions of girldick.

Companion piece to 'Fudge Gets Told Off.' Here's what was being talked about in the galleries during the Fudge trial.

Un blaireau court après un serpent et un petit lion. Mais il tombe et les perds de vue, le vent souffle alors et lui dit : réveille-toi.

Ella escribió cinco cartas que nunca pensó en enviar. Una compañera celosa las encontró. Ahora, todos los chicos de los que se enamoró saben la verdad. Y, quizás, ya es hora de enfrentarse al amor. [Dramione inspirando en "To All The Boys I've Love Before" (película). Octavo año. Compilación del canon, EWE].

He only has one chance to redeem himself. One chance to make amends. One chance to prove he can be the man of her dreams. But it's all on him.

"I'll roll the dice, land on one of the squares, and then you all will answer the question that's written on it. Whoever gets the right answer will win a point," Rabastan explained and pointed at one of the small boxes. "For example… What's my favourite number?" "69," Regulus stated, his face stoic as usual.

Blaise chuckled and began his story. "Do you know the legend of La Befana?" Scorpius shook his head, his eyes widening. "Wha's dat?" "Not what, it's a who." "An owl?" "No, La Befana is a witch."

Waking up in the body of thirteen-year-old Draco Malfoy was not something I had expected, nor something I'd ever wanted. However, when the change seems permanent, it is something I will have to get used to. What possible could go wrong. Let me tell you, a lot! A first try on a darker story with a hint of comedy.

After being attacked, the Weasley men find themselves impotent and unable to satisfy the requirements of their marriage bonds. As their marriages fall apart, Hermione creates a way for the men to satisfy them by using a Harry Potter as a host. Lemons SMUT Harry/Multi

"Let's play Three Things. We ask each other three things—like three things you would do after taking a shower—and we answer them," James said with a grin. "Sounds simple enough," Regulus muttered. It didn't seem dangerous. "Alright, ask away."

Now that they'd found the witch holed up in a shack somewhere on the coast of Finland and she'd admitted to her crimes, Harry could finally breathe a sigh of relief. It was over. The innocent had been avenged.

"Hermione?" Charlie called out, startling her from her daydreams. She blinked, almost forgetting where she was. "Want to make some snow angels with me?" Hermione bit her lip, mulling over her options. Stay inside and daydream about the gorgeous hunk of man? Or go out and spend more time with him? The answer was pretty obvious.

Hermione buried her face in between her knees and sobbed harder, thinking of how her classmates had all joined to prank her. The scent of mud, green slime, and something Hermione couldn't even name wafted off her clothes, and she almost retched at the smell. "I just wanted a friend," she whispered to herself in the empty bathroom. "Just one… Was that too much to ask for?"

When Hermione smiled up at him, her eyelashes fluttering, Thorfinn's breath hitched. He realised that he had been lying not only to Lucius but to himself too.

"Um, Granger… Don't panic, yeah…" "Cedric…" "But… we just might be… lost."